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11.21.2001

I.A. Richards' Theory of Literary Criticism

Richards was that Cambridge professor of criticism who turned literary criticsm upside down in the 1930's. He inspired the New Criticism and won the admiration of poets such as T.S. Eliot. Trained originally in psychology, Richards penetrated into a new level of hard-headed thinking to literary criticsm, pushing through the effusive waffling of critics past. Richards' work dealt mainly with poetry and in short, his burning question is what makes a poem great.

Richards dismisses all visual imagery from legtitimate poetic criticism. The conjuring of mental images is an uncontrollable process. Ask 10 different people what visual images are evoked by a line and you will get 10 different answers. Such images are more often than not, biographical with respect to the reader. Furthermore, the ability to visually associate with words varies tremendously from person to person. As such, it is a useless criteria to judge a poem with visual imagery in a group context.

Indeed, Richards argues that for criticism to be legitimate, it must concern itself with things that can be experienced in the same way by different people. Talk of things that vary from person to person is useless. This point is so central that Richards literally defines a poem as a group of words that evokes a particular experience that does not vary greatly when read by different sensitive readers. Furthermore, the experience depends crucially on the sequential arrangement of words.

The emphasis on experience may seem to be excessively abstract. However, Richards chooses the high road of meaning as the starting point of poetry because people would otherwise concentrate on irrelevant concrete details such as rhythm and rhyme. Concrete technial features like rhythm are fine in a poem but it is hardly what makes a poem interesting. As interesting thought experiments, Richards takes lines from famous poems and substitutes them with prosaic and nonsensical lines that bears the same rhythm. As you can imagine, the substitutes do not sound particuarly poetic.

It is the meaning of the words that determine the success of rhyming and rhythm. Richards proselytises against the schools of literary criticism that hold the form as the paragon of poetry. Without the idea behind them, the form itself become a meaningless cage, all the more dazzling because they are empty of essence. There is nothing particular enobling about the sonnet form, or the iambic pentamer. The haiku is no more mysterious than the rhyming couplet. Rather, it is what past poets have tried to say within these forms that have made them great.

Still, this is not to say that poetic devices are unimportant. Otherwise, there would be no difference between prose and poetry. In his definition of a poem, Richards specifies that in a poem, an invariant experience is evoked through the use of, amongst other things, the sequencial ordering of words. In prose, the sequence of words is relative unimportant as long as the meaning is conveyed. In poetry, on the other hand, the relation of words further back in the poem exerts an almost magical influence on later words to create new patterns of meaning. This rich insight owes much to Richards' training as a psychologist. Richards' argues that readers have an innate psychological tendency to look for patterns in a sequence of words - whether it be patterns in rhyming, scansion or rhythm. When one is reading prose, this tendency is normally repressed whereas in poetry, this tendency is exploited. When a line is read, one has a expectation that something similar will occur. When something similar does follow, aural associations are made and simultaneously, meaning associations are also made.

Richards argues that poets exploit this psychological tendency to look for patterns in order to reinforce or create new layers of meaning in a poem. Poetic techniques are used to control the experience of the reader in the reading of the poem. Long slow syllables will reinforce statements of doom. Sharp, clattering syllables bolsters descriptions of actions. Other techniques create new meanings through suggestion and association. As readers automatically look for rhyming patterns, when rhymes do occur at the end of a couplet, the words that rhyme are given new association. Such words, when appropriate, create a new web of meaning over with the prosaic meaning of the line.

Given the subordination of technique to meaning, Richards argues that the worth of a poem lies first and foremost in its meaning. One must first ascertain the meaning before judgement can be meted out. Once the expereience has been grasped, then judgement can be made on the worth of the experience itself - the profundity of the thought, the originality of the thought, or the concreteness of its evocation.

11.07.2001

Flying tips

Tip number 1: don´t ever book a flight with 2 stop overs. It sucks. I decided to get on the plane whilst being blissfully unaware of what it would involve. It ended up something like this:

- 2 hours at Kingsford Smith waiting for the plane to take off at 10:22pm : reasonably tolerable

- a 10 hour flight to Tokyo on a Qantas flight to connect up with a British Airways flight: was asleep mostly

- which arrives at Tokyo at 6 in the morning and consequently, I wait 4 hours for the Tokyo-London connection. Narata airport is a strange place at 6 in the morning when there´s nobody there and all the shops are closed. I wandered around this husk of a travel nexus, some kind of bland 60´s sci-fi set, waiting for everything to open at 8. Trust the Japanese to provide a free children´s room with Playstation and Nintendo games for you to play. It was mildly amusing. Had a coffee, ate some rice and raw tuna, as you do and then got back on the plane.

- an 11 hour flight from Tokyo to London that went over Russia and Scandanavia. Saw lots of snow covered tundras. Couldn´t sleep much so I read and took naps and listened to music. It´s true though, British Airways are way cool. They got a little l.c.d. screen on the back of every seat and you can choose from 12 different channels looped over and over again. It gives you a wonderful sense of illusionary control. Nevertheless, I started getting the heebie-jeebies. Fortunately, the nice people at British Airways fed me before I bolted to the door and tried to open it.

- got into Heathrow airport at 2 in the afternoon, London time. I am now in a zombie state. 25 hours I´ve been in transit. I now understand what cosmopolitan means. It means there are many different people speaking different languages at once and all of them dressed well. I wait another four hours for a connection to Barcelona. The time passed reasonably quickly. Heathrow Terminal 1 is quite fun to walk around, quite a nice collection of shops. I´ve decided that English accents are very attractive. It´s that oxbridge thing.

- another 2 hours to Barcelona, by now I feel like a seasoned air passenger. I have heard the safety demonstration twice in one day already. No matter, repitition makes the heart grow fonder.

- Barcelona airport I get there, with a mild anxiety about my luggage, which I haven´t seen since Kingsford Smith. I feel a genuine sense of relief at seeing old trusty. Barcelona airport is quite beautiful. Marble floor, a latticework of glass stretching around both sides and tasteful shops all decorated with a sense of diverse coherency lacking in any other airport I´ve seen.

- takes me another 1/2 hour to get into the city. fortunately there´s an ozzie couple halfway down the train to reassure me that I get off at the right stop. Subsequently, I get lost trying to find the main street, the famous La Rambla. Find a hostel recommended in Lonely Planet. It´s full. Try another one. It too is full. Get mild anxiety. Not so bad as I am wide awake and reckon I can slum it on the street. However, third time lucky and it´s beautiful.

From beginning to end 2 + 9 + 4 + 11 + 4 + 2 + 0.5 + 0.5 = 30 hours.

Kids. Don´t do it. Just get off in Heathrow and settle for London.

Although from what I´ve seen of Barcelona, it is stunning and people are out at night, just walking. Just walking.